This is the closest I have ever come to writing porn... I feel kind of ashamed now .
Written for this week's Rokkaku Situational Prompt: One of the players writes fanfiction about his own team. Someone else on the team finds it. Hijinks ensue.

"Eh?
What's this?"

Itsuki had
been late for practice, his English teacher had kept him after class
to talk about his recent drop in grades. But what was he to do? The
Kantou Tournament was coming up, so they needed to practice a lot –
besides, it was way more fun than doing strange grammar exercises on
languages that didn't interest him anyway.

The
clubroom had already been deserted when he got there, so he wanted to
change quickly, but a book lying on top of Saeki's clothes caught
his eyes. he knew it was rude to look at other people's things, but
Itsuki was curious by nature and thus was unable to resist looking.

Opening
the book he found it covered in Saeki's own neat handwriting and
began to read.

He
heard the door close with a soft click,
followed by a key turning around. Lifting his eyes he stared into a
face, the exact copy of his own. A smirk was playing on the other's
features and Atsushi knew exactly what his brother wanted. A shudder
ran down his spine as he approached the bed he was lounging on.

"Ryou… please don't…"

Itsuki's
eyes went wide. Saeki had actually written a story about the
Regulars! Well, at least about the twins, but he hadn't read
further yet, so maybe the others would be involved, too. Just how
awesome was that?

A big,
happy grin played on Itsuki's lips as he finished changing and
rushed outside towards the courts, Saeki's book still clutched in
his hands.

"Shupooooooooh!"
The others heard It-chan approaching before they even saw him. "Guys!
Look, look! Saeki wrote a story about u---" Everything else he was
trying to say was swallowed as he tripped over his half-tied
shoelaces and fall flat onto his nose, the book he was holding
sailing through the air and hitting Davide full on the head.

"Hey! I
didn't even make a pun this time!" The very same immediately
complained, though ignored by the others who were rushing towards the
fallen boy to help him up. Saeki was inspecting the scraped knee,
Bane kept trying to dust Itsuki's clothes off and Ryou had already
gone to get some band aids for the scratches.

They
stopped abruptly though as Davide began to speak again.

Atsushi whimpered as the other's
fingers kept creeping lower and lower, sometimes touching, sometimes
just hovering over his already sensitive skin. He was fighting back a
moan as a tongue slid up his neck, turning into teeth softly nibbling
on his earlobe.

"Don't
fight it…" the husky voice of his brother murmured right next to
him, almost directly followed by a hot, oh so hot
mouth capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Ryou did not want to
waste time, but he knew he had to go slow, or he might lose his
brother forever…

Davide
stopped reading at this, two pairs of eyes staring at the book in his
hands in amazement, a third pair – though unnoticed by the others –
pointedly looking elsewhere, elsewhere being the ground. He was sure
Saeki was blushing heavily.

"What."
Bane started speaking, his voice faltering for a moment, "what isthat?!"

"What is
what?" A fourth person joined in – Ryou having returned with the
band-aids. The redness in Saeki's face seemed to intensify, Davide
noticed, before trying to hide the book behind his back.

"Uh…
nothing?" Right. That was lame. Ryou narrowed his eyes, having seen
the sudden movement. Davide gulped. No way he could get out of this,
not being targeted by one of the twins. The other's were no help
either, still staring wide-eyed. Most likely they had not even
noticed Ryou returning.

"Err…
It-chan found this… somewhere…" It was amazing, but at this
even Davide was at a loss for words, just holding out the book for
Ryou to take. The latter opened it and his eyes immediately flew
towards Saeki. Of course he would recognize the handwriting of his
best friend. The punster wished Bane would suddenly decide to kick
him into the head. He sure deserved it.

Ryou held down the other's wrists
tightly as his free hand crept under the pants. It had been
convenient that he had been topless when Ryou entered already, his
mouth now busying himself with his nipples while he continued
undressing the other boy. Another soft whimper fell from Atsushi's
lips, either to be interpreted as "Stop", or a sign of approval.
Ryou decided to take it as the second option and…

The long
haired boy stopped reading, lifting his head to stare at Saeki. "You
know. This is kind of…"

"Hot?"
The Vice-Captain offered, a sheepish smile on his lips, blush far
from gone though. He clearly was embarrassed, but Ryou thought that
was entirely his fault, and besides, it was practically mortifying
for him and he wouldn't even mind throwing Saeki into a snake pit
or something similar painful right now.

"I was
going to say disgusting."

The
icy glare he sent towards his supposed best friend was rudely
interrupted by Bane and Davide's howling laughter, both almost
rolling on the floor, clutching their stomachs. "Saeki wrote…"
one began, falling into a fit of giggles again, "…Twincest
Porn…." – another salve of laughter interrupted – "…of
Ryou and Atsushi!"

Mentioned
twin was absolutely positive they were already leaking tears from
laughing too much. He himself, though, was rather unamused, grabbing
Saeki by his collar and throwing a hard punch at his cheek – he
hoped it would hurt like hell.

Training
that day turned out impossible – Bane and Davide going into
hysterics whenever they glanced at Ryou, Saeki having gone to the
infirmary to treat the bruises he had given him, Itsuki constantly
apologizing for the trouble he had caused and Kentarou asking every
two minutes what had happened.

So Ryou
went home early, calling his brother as soon as he got there and told
him what had happened. He felt and heard in his brother's voice
that he was equally mortified – not even by the story, but by
everyone finding out about Saeki writing it.

"If he
wanted that he could just have asked us…" Atsushi finally
muttered.

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